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There Are Days

By Katherine Gotthardt | May 16, 2019 | 0 Comments

And then, there are days when the world tears itself apart. Or maybe it’s just my heart. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Good Night

By Katherine Gotthardt | May 3, 2019 | 0 Comments

See how time moves, slinking along like some aging cat, shoulders hunched against the moon, a silhouette of fur and philosophy? My dog barks at it, wants to rip its throat out. “Settle down now, dingo. We’ve all got our job to do. That’s a girl. Go lie down. It’s almost time for bed.”  


By Katherine Gotthardt | April 27, 2019 | 0 Comments

Living as a poet is hard. See, the teacher is always changing, not just when September comes, but every moment the temperature drops, or the rain does the same. That moment you started to sweat? Or turn on the bathroom tap? Or revel in a short shower? Or cry? Those things, they make the coloring…

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Heading Up

By Katherine Gotthardt | April 26, 2019 | 0 Comments

Do we all get where we’re headed? I’d like to believe I do. I’ve held a cold hand or two, rubbed a few backs, running my fingers, lightly, from illness’s base up to where it all ends. See, it’s a paradox. We come out top to bottom, but mortality begins at the foundation, works its…

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New Book Coming

By Katherine Gotthardt | April 18, 2019 | 0 Comments

It’s hard to believe only last year Bury My Under a Lilac was released, and I’m already ready to release another poetry collection. But when you write for a year at least once per week and you take the time to go back and edit, it might be time to think about publishing – again.…

In Store

By Katherine Gotthardt | April 16, 2019 | 0 Comments

On course for spring, we run into frigidity, a storefront of lingering winter. See how we crash through the front window, streaking across the icy foyer, skidding our way to the stockroom, knocking down half-displays of navy capris and white t-shirts. They were just about to unpack the short-shorts, too. Too bad.   #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Monday Unhanded

By Katherine Gotthardt | April 15, 2019 | 0 Comments

This Monday morning, pear blossoms tumbling with the wind, white cloud grounded, blue sky clapping with one hand. Well done. #KatherinesCoffeehouse #PoemsAroundTown See this poem live at Imagine.

Katherine Gotthardt poetry stones biblical


By Katherine Gotthardt | April 14, 2019 | 0 Comments

Never turn back, they say. But my back takes the stone barrage, bleeding faster than gossip, bruising like a damaged fig. What am I, some biblical scapegoat? Bring your bitterness to the Jordan. Drown it. See if you survive.   #KatherinesCoffeehouse  


By Katherine Gotthardt | April 13, 2019 | 0 Comments

To write poetry, you must untrain your brain, forget the rigidities of relationships. Where is the mug of Cuban coffee you made me a moment ago? Here, in the sunlight, keeping it warm. I’d like to stay here. Here. Sip it. #KatherinesCoffeehouse #PoemsAroundTown See this poem at Grounds Central Station.

old computers used as metaphor for passing of time


By Katherine Gotthardt | April 11, 2019 | 0 Comments

All screens switch. Not momentarily – any milli-moment. Count them in fractions. One-one hundredth. Two. Dissolved into some vague animation where a single slide begets another, crumbled pixels, the one before lost in the attention span of a short-sighted user. What matters is the next page, yes? What happens is the following, when nothing we…